Three geography-crossed poets finding life has much to bard about…

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Palindrome
On my own
Try not to cry
Time’s gone by
No longer back-to-back
In poetic attack
Now it’s gone
Four as one
Writing each day
The NaPoWriMo Way
Writing each day
Four as one
Now it’s gone
In poetic attack
No longer back-to-back
Time’s gone by
Try not to cry
On my own
Palindrome

So the time is here, when no more our band of merry Musketeers meet daily to share and write and amaze me, and I’m sad – some of the most incredible fun has been had, and now it’s over – a sobering thought.

But I can’t resist ending by bending the rules.

This one’s for Rod and Jesi and Cindy – you guys have made this AMAZING. Thank you so much ❤

Let me hold you
Stare into your mesmer-eyes
Whisper me your darkness
Today I have a magic heart
No shadow can quell it
Nor sadness overcome
I find I am undone
How did I not forsee it
Somewhere ‘neath your armour-art
So fragile; your likeness
Living through downcast eyes
Let me hold you

Let me bind you
Red thread spooled
From heart to heart and
Winding wrist to wrist
Tangled through our lives
No escape from hardy knots
Reminding of what we forgot
With love we can thrive
Do more than just exist
I’ll submit to your brand
Burn – don’t be cooled
Let me bind you

Let me keep you
Eternity might be enough
Alongside my heart’s twin
Give up, love; it is redeemed
Darkness has been vanquished
I’ll hold your hand, kiss your palm
No more, no more shall you be harmed
All else but light has vanished
Glitter and music our forever-themes
We celebrate, darling – Love wins
And you were worth it, love
Let me keep you

Such a Precious wonder that I won’t ever let her go
Even though I know that common sense might tell me so
So fragile of heart, but full of wonderful fight
Never ready to let you love her
(Though she’ll love you right)

She’s always ready to shout, encourage, cheer
Turning up the music to hide her deafened ears
You could have her for an hour but not to hold
Always verging on eruption
She might lash out and leave you cold

Everything’s gonna be alright
Rockabye, rockabye…

She’ll leave you abandoned in a place that can’t exist
Continue her life as though you’d never be missed
Parading her heart so shiny like fool’s gold
Though you know it’s a diamond
And she’s constantly undersold

She can smash you to pieces but never quite meet your eye
Her armour’s a fiction; it takes so little to make her cry
Somewhere there’s a small scar beneath her mouth
Where the final nail of pain drove in
And the last bit of innocence bled out

Everything’s gonna be alright
Rockabye, rockabye…

If she likes you she’ll make it her pleasure to lift you higher
The heat of her affection makes you the bright guy on top of the fire
But if you try to hold her too long she’ll wriggle away
The brash and the flashy are safer
The still and the small and quiet leave her deadly afraid

She has a hundred facets and many are set to amuse
She’s a hall of mirrors and loves to keep you confused
But if you get beyond the glass and the smoke you’ll see
Her beautiful heart and mind
And how she yearns for safety

Everything’s gonna be alright
Rockabye, rockabye…

If you earn her loyalty she’ll be with you forever
A long-haul friend who’ll let you face life together
Somehow the broken pieces between you fit right in
And you hope that one day you can hold her
Can still her, and tell her that Love wins

Everything’s gonna be alright
Rockabye, rockabye…

Everything’s gonna be alright
Rockabye, rockabye…rockabye.

Our prompt for today was to write a review. I wanted to, and I kinda did – it’s a review of a friendship which means an awful lot to me, but which is with someone as complex as she is wonderful. Today I was stilled by something, and unable to respond adequately. It’s taken until now to work through that, and I didn’t want to stymie what matters (my response) by adhering too strongly to a prompt. So we’ll call it poetic license and be content.

Bridging the gap
Gap between worlds
Worlds between wires
Wires hold the words
Words are the bridge
Bridge between hearts
Hearts make the whole
Whole is the start
Start of the group
Group brings us in
In it together
Together we win
Win is the reason
Reason we try
Try to discover
Discover just why
Why we all matter
Matter to you
You are the people
People we choose
Choose to befriend
Befriend and be free
Free to be closer
Closer to me
Me on a journey
Journey in plane
Plane builds a bridge
Bridge is the same
Same in the way
Way we build bonds
Bonds which cross over
Over ‘The Pond’
‘The Pond’ doesn’t matter
Matter what may
May we find right
Right way to play
Play, laugh and cry
Cry out our words
Words are the bridge
Bridge makes us whole

YOU

Today’s prompt was simple – a bridge. Of whatever kind.
So I wrote my favourite bridge – the kind which exists
to bring us together – whether it be words or planes
it counts.

Today we had to write a thing which sounds like a sneeze gone wrong (a hay(na)ku (gesundheit!)) which is a tiny poem operating in three lines of one, two and three words. You can do these as stand-alone pieces or link them as part of a longer poem. Well, I needed to write a bit longer than six words, because today Husby left. I’m still processing all the ins and outs, but that’s what came out in the poem.

We cry our raindrop tears
From sodden, marble lids
Let the wind howl our lament
Let it carry from our midst
Around the world
The rending of our sorrow
Will be heard

Our faces staid in masks
Of long-borne grief
Observe the pain of years
Ne’er destined for relief
From this sharp world
The rending of our sorrow
Must be heard

Our lonely arms
Will ne’er embrace elation
Alabaster; raised
In stony supplication
Yielding to the world
The rending of our sorrow
Shall be heard

Our bodies fixed in anguish;
Dolor carved
We cling forever,
Our misery never halved
By this cruel world
The rending of our sorrow
Needs to be heard

Our heartache on display
Eternally
Algos, Akhos, Lupa;
Grievers, we
Lament this world
The rending of our sorrow
Will e’er be heard

Our prompt today was to write a persona poem; one a bit more serious than other, recent prompts have elicited, and so, being tired of life and in the kind of mood where sadness is hanging in the edges of the air, I wrote of statues, carved forever into their pain – a public spectacle of misery which would result in congratulation for the sculptor and endless sadness for the statues (were they sentient (not in a freaky in-yer-face, Dr Who-style way, either)).

So I researched to figure out who would like as not be turned into such a piece of artistry and upset, and the Algea appeared in my world – three Greek goddesses whose embodiment was grief, sadness, and mental and physical pain. Learn more about them here.

Today’s prompt was to write a clerihew – a short-and-sweet quatrain with a person’s name at the start of it. There was something to do with line length (maybe) and suggestions as to whom we might consider worthy of a place in our poem.

Which sucked, because there are SO MANY to whom I would have front and centre-stage in my poem: